Kayla Maneen

Joined November 2022

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Bio

Truthseeker. Storyteller. Heroine of my own adventure. I’m a study of contrasts—an ouroboros eating her own darkness to spit out the light. Pain and hope exist within us, reflected in our stories. Read a few that I’ve created for you.

Stories (27/0)

Skipping Stones
“You flick your wrist like this—see?” Daryl skipped the stone out over the water and it bounced once…twice… three times before disappearing gracefully beneath the surface.
By Kayla Maneen11 months ago in Fiction
There Are No Survivors
There are no survivors. The words, unspoken by anyone but ringing true in my heart, throbbed through me as I limped my way through the wreckage.
By Kayla Maneen11 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Their eyes looked like mine. Their face—vaguely shaped the same way. But in the heartbeat it took for my brain to take in the image, morphing the features back into my own, I knew, with a tight, sinking feeling, that I had witnessed someone other than myself.
By Kayla Maneenabout a year ago in Horror
Seasons Change
ice crystallizes latticework over water deepening winter
By Kayla Maneenabout a year ago in Poets
Longing for Home
I want to go home. I’ve been a few places (not many, but enough) so I know my way around the world. I know how to get from here
By Kayla Maneenabout a year ago in Poets
Paradise
The first thing I felt was the breeze. Tingling trickles toyed with my eyelashes, shifted the air around my ears. It was a gentle thing, full of peace.
By Kayla Maneenabout a year ago in Fiction
Winter’s Chill
Child’s breath—quiet labored through the winter storms; ceases all too soon
By Kayla Maneenabout a year ago in Poets
A rock—
A rock—existing weathering the storms of life too tired to go on.
By Kayla Maneenabout a year ago in Poets
Burning Bright
A rock—existing weathering the storms of life too tired to go on. Can you hear me, God? Tears have flowed like rain for you;
By Kayla Maneenabout a year ago in Poets
To Be Human
a flash of passion burning hot—oh!—burning bright dies before it lived.
By Kayla Maneenabout a year ago in Poets
Breath
Breathe in; breathe out—sigh whispered voices in the night Who am I, I wonder.
By Kayla Maneenabout a year ago in Poets
Tears
Can you hear me, God? Tears have flowed like rain for you; heal this raging storm.
By Kayla Maneenabout a year ago in Poets

Kayla Maneen

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Skipping Stones

There Are No Survivors

The Stranger

Seasons Change

Longing for Home

Paradise

Winter’s Chill

A rock—

Burning Bright

To Be Human

Breath

Tears

Stories (27/0)